I Hide My Grief, Just Like The

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

The Value Of Three Things Is Justly Appreciated By All Classes Of Men: Youth, By The Old; Health, By The Diseased; And Wealth, By The Needy.

I Hide My Grief, Just Like The Blessed Birds Hide Themselves When They Are Preparing To Die, My Love.

A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale

A Loaf Of Bread, A Jug Of Wine, And Thou.